A London Story

We decided to give the lift a miss

Took the tube station stairs

Outside darkness was falling

We soon turned down a quiet side street

And in no time were kicking

Through autumn leaves on the edge of the Heath

Half an hour later we were looking on

The sight of London lit up we'd happened upon

The lights, the time of day, the time of year

For me conspired to give rise to

A moment breathtaking in its beauty

And I had a sense that she was moved too

I don't know how she feels about me now

Where a silence has fallen has she ever found

That she is thinking she'd like to slip

Her hand in mine as in another time

Or she is thinking she'd like our lips

To meet as they would do in former days

Has she never thought along those lines at all?

Nothing along those lines at all

Nothing along those lines at all

Nothing along those lines at all

At all

When later she said how she was glad

She'd finally found the proper Heath

I thought how, a little more than three years before

All over it we'd walked

And wondered if she'd forgot then

If I maybe was meant to speak up

Feeling puzzled I just kept quiet

I made no mention of before

I made no mention of before

I made no mention of before

I made no mention of before